My Ares Son-in-Law

In Liu Yulian's eyes, Dr. Huang is a complete liar, a villain with no medical ethics and only interested in profit.

The greedy look on his face when he accepted the black card formed a sharp contrast with his current cold and ruthless appearance, which made her feel extremely disgusted and disgusted.

Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and she clenched them into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of the dire consequences that might befall her mother.

My mother had just undergone a heart bypass surgery and was still very weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

This bad news was like a bombshell that could completely crush my mother at any time.

She seemed to have seen the scene where her mother's heart beat violently, her breathing became rapid and difficult, and she curled up on the ground in pain after hearing the news and was rushed to the operating room.

She couldn't imagine what she would do if her mother really got hurt because of this incident.

She felt like a sinner; it was her negligence and credulity that put her mother in such a dangerous situation.

"Mr. Huang, we agreed before..." Liu Yulian's voice was hoarse as if it had been repeatedly polished by sandpaper. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from her dry throat, carrying endless pain and despair.

The voice seemed to come from far away underground, with a hint of trembling and weakness, and the tail tone was broken and dissipated in the throat, like a dandelion blown away by the wind, and could never be put together again.

She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if only in this way could she stay a little clear-headed and not collapse immediately in the face of this cruel reality.

She could feel the stinging pain in her palms, which was the outward manifestation of her inner anger and helplessness.

Every nerve is tense, like a string about to break, and may let out the final cry at any time.

On the carved bedside table, a corner of my father's medical record was gently lifted by the breeze blowing in from the window.

That medical record book was like a heavy yoke, pressing on her heart and making it hard for her to breathe.

The four bold words "Advanced Lung Cancer" on the diagnosis report were faintly visible in the flickering shadows, like the grin of the god of death, announcing her father's fate to her.

Those four words were like sharp daggers that pierced straight into her heart, making her bleed profusely and in excruciating pain.

Liu Yulian's mind was in a mess, with countless thoughts intertwining and colliding wildly in her mind.

She didn't know what to do, like a small boat lost in the vast ocean, unable to find direction or see hope.

She looked at her father who was dying on the hospital bed. His thin and pale face was like a piece of paper crumpled mercilessly by time and illness, without a trace of life.

Tears welled up in her eyes like two lakes about to burst their banks, but she never let them fall.

She couldn't fall down at this time. She told herself to be strong and to fight for the last glimmer of hope for her father, even if that hope was as slim as the stars in the night sky, faint and distant.

She bit her lips tightly, trying not to let her emotions get out of control, but her slightly trembling body still betrayed her inner fragility.

Doctor Huang slowly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, which flashed a cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if reflecting his cold heart. The stethoscope in the pocket of his white coat swayed gently with his movements, making a subtle but crisp sound, as if it was keeping the beat for his hypocritical performance.

He strolled leisurely to the floor-to-ceiling window, cut the afterglow of the setting sun into tiny pieces of gold foil, and sprinkled them on himself.

He stood there, like a judge high above, overlooking everything in the world.

But when he spoke, his tone was as cold as ice in the coldest days of winter, without a trace of warmth: "Ms. Liu, a doctor should be kind. Your father's ECG monitor shows that his ECG has been flat for three hours. In this case, how can I go against my professional ethics for a little money?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was narrating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

But Liu Yulian knew that he was just quibbling and looking for excuses for his breach of trust.

She glared at Doctor Huang angrily, her eyes burning with rage, as if she wanted to burn him completely.

She wanted to refute him loudly, wanted to expose his hypocritical mask, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, making her unable to make a sound.

Liu Yulian's nails almost dug deeply into her palms. The sharp stinging sensation spread from her palms to her whole body, but it could not alleviate the pain and anger that surged like a tide in her heart.

The carefully trimmed nail stickers broke off during her struggle and fell to the ground with a "pa" sound, making a crisp yet harsh sound, as if it was the sound of her broken heart.

At this moment, the white-haired old man, Doctor Huang, had his back to the light, and his whole body was shrouded in darkness.

The criss-crossing wrinkles on his face were all filled with shadows, and the deep ravines seemed to hide countless secrets and calculations. He looked like an evil wizard from a fairy tale, with a chilling aura.

Liu Yulian stared at him intently, with flames of anger burning in her eyes, as if she wanted to burn him to ashes.

Just when she felt that the blood in her body was about to coagulate, steady and powerful footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the sandalwood stairs.

The sound of the leather soles hitting the marble steps, again and again, was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, making her heart palpitate.

The sound of every step seemed to be announcing some irreversible fate, making her heart tighten involuntarily.

Liu Yuning put his hands in the pockets of his straight Armani suit and walked slowly with an elegant and calm pace.

The expensive suit he wore was well-tailored, making his figure look even more upright, but his every move revealed a disgusting hypocrisy and affectation.

The emerald on the tie clip flashed a cold light in the flow of light and shadow, like a reflection of the cold and greedy heart in his heart.

He leaned against the carved door frame, the corners of his mouth raised just the right amount of sadness, but there was no real sadness in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of imperceptible pride and calculation.

"Little sister, separation and death are the norm in the world. There is no need to be too obsessed with it." His voice was low and magnetic, but to Liu Yulian, it sounded like a cold snake crawling slowly on her body.

"I have already contacted the funeral company. The coffin prepared for my father is made of golden nanmu wood imported from Italy. I guarantee that he will pass away in a dignified and honorable manner." (End of this chapter)